Chapter 169: Autumn Cold Adds Clothes

November 14, Sunday, cloudy.

Just after eight o'clock in the morning, Feng Wuli sat in the yard to write a diary.

Originally, he only wore a short-sleeved shirt. After Wang Xilou looked at the shop in front, he insisted on taking a knitted sweater for him to wear.

This old lady has a problem. She was not worried that Feng Wuli would be cold, but that she knitted this sweater for him before the autumn season. She had been waiting for this day for a long time.

But it really warmed up after wearing it.

Wang Xilou giggled and took out his cell phone to take a photo of Feng Wuli.

I guess I'll see her circle of friends after a while.

You can guess what the caption is—

There is a golden house in the book. The weather is so cold and I am still studying. Come on, my little apprentice [flower] [flower] [smile]

Or maybe - I'm afraid you're cold, so I knitted a sweater for you [hug] [hug]

But the following group of people liked and commented, there were neighbors in the old streets, school teachers, and more were practitioners.

Then Wang Xilou waited for them to comment, and then sat in front of the counter of the incense and candle shop with her fingers, her face approaching and typing back one by one.

Suddenly the phone rang again, and the little zombie immediately took it out happily to see who commented, but unexpectedly it was the grandfather of the zoo.

Qing: apprentice control

She frowned.

If the apprentice is controlled, what's wrong with you?

As a result, the floor below was completely crooked. I had liked it before, and I was a friend of the Qing Emperor, so I followed the trend and said that I had a disciple control.

The little zombie was so angry that her teeth were all out.

They typed one by one and retorted in the comment section.

The customer came to the incense shop. The little zombie put down her somewhat hot cell phone, looked for slippers under the computer desk, lifted her hair behind her ears, and got up to ask what she wanted to buy.

Feng Wuli’s diary is not written every day.

It will be written every three or four days. If there are something particularly worth recording for several days in a row, he will also record it, but it is basically very short, just two or three lines.

One page of paper is enough for him to write for half a month.

This notebook is very thick and old. The cover is hard-crusted, the corners of the book can be used as hammers, and there are Digimon patterns. The ancient beasts on it have turned yellow. They were bought by Wang Xilou when he was a first-year student. He liked it very much at that time because the cover looks very good, but he didn't say he wanted it. Wang Xilou probably noticed his sight and kept looking at the book reluctantly, so he bought it for him.

It has only used three-quarters until now.

November 14, Sunday, cloudy

Liu Xiaoxiao said that she had a little confrontation with a boy and asked me to go and have dinner with them today. Oh, it's all my business. Wang Xilou knitted sweaters for more than a month, and it looked really rustic. Wait for an order to buy her a few winter clothes. This is so unhappy.

This is today's diary.

By the way, the little zombie seems to have no stockings...

Feng Wuli couldn't help feeling a little warm in his heart.

His fingers rubbed on it, his eyes fell on the shiny paper under the sun, and the wind blew up several pages.

A dead leaf fell on the paper, the wind unreasonably pushed it away, turned to the front of the book, with big and ugly words written.

October 18th, sunny, Friday

Wang Ximulou bought me a notebook. How did she know that I like this notebook with a cover for a baby? She said that this is very hòu and can be used to write a diary. I don’t know what a diary is. She said that it is just to record what happened that day and heart. I was happy and unhappy in the day. I said that I was very happy with Wang Xilou. He laughed and said these words to the girl he liked in the future. I said

I like Wang Xilou very much, so I can tell Wang Xilou that she said I don’t want to. I think Wang Xilou is not a girl? I told him that I always like Wang Xilou, but he is still laughing at me. I laughed very happily. I said I, I want Wang Xilou to be an old and dilapidated in the future. She won’t laugh when she hears it, but I really don’t want to ask Wang Xilou tomorrow if he buys me a dictionary.

Putting it together, a woman's hand stretched out from his shadow, took the diary and took it back.

This thing must not be shown to Wang Xilou, as she could laugh until her mouth cracked.

Feng Wuli breathed out and began to review the science and technology.

The leaves of the jujube tree have already fallen to an end, and there are still a few lonely ones. Tingting Rucui has now become bare two or three months ago. It has lost all its leaves to survive this winter, but Feng Wuli knew that the life of this jujube tree, which is over 500 years old, has come to an end.

The autumn is deep, and the woody flowers in the yard have become ugly. The branches are woven and all the flowers have fallen off long ago, and the leaves are gray-green and shiny.

Before the autumn, the wind was pruned unreasonably, but it was not very professional after all. Now it feels like a wall of weeds, with no beauty at all, and it moves with the wind from time to time, like the entire wall in the backyard moving.

It is waiting for the coming year.

Wooden fragrance flower is also called ghost waves. From the perspective of Feng Shui, it will attract unclean things, which will bring disaster to the owner, related to the dead souls and old friends.

When Wang Xilou planted its predecessors, he probably also hoped that it would attract someone's soul.

“It’s so cold today.”

A middle-aged woman in her fifties sat opposite Feng Wuli with her hands in her arms.

Her nasolabial folds and corners of her mouth are very dark, her hair is mixed with black and white, and even a strand of hair hanging on both sides of her face is mixed with a lot of white hair, which is bleak and withered like the autumn wood fragrance flowers.

Feng Wuli didn't want to pay attention to her, so he took out the comprehensive science test. Recently, his grades have gradually improved.

The other party looked unspeakable, but when she saw the boy opposite him ignore him, she looked embarrassed.

Feng was irrational and soft-hearted. After thinking about it, he still talked to her: "It's of course it's cold when autumn comes."

The woman immediately took over the conversation: "I want to drink some mutton soup. It's really hot this summer, but it's probably very cold in winter."

"Do you want to drink any tea? Jasmine tea."

The woman waved her hands repeatedly: "No, it's so troublesome."

She thought about it and asked again, "Is it you fake?"

"It's a girlfriend."

"It's really annoying."

"Thanks."

"Well, can you call me?"

She was embarrassed and embarrassed, feeling that she had made too much request.

Feng Wuli sighed.

"No need, it will scare others."

The woman hesitated after hearing this, "I have something important to me and I haven't explained it to my son yet. Moreover, he was resuming his senior year in another place, so his family members dared not tell him, so they would not scare him."

“…What’s the phone number.”

"Thank you, thank you." She was very grateful.

A string of numbers was reported.

The phone rang, Feng Wuli turned on the hands-free one. A boy answered the phone and heard the sound was almost the same as Feng Wuli. He was also very polite and asked who was on the other side.

Feng Wuli looked at the woman and signaled that she could explain something very important to her. Suddenly, she thought that she could not hear her talking, so the woman shouted, "Hey? Is it Ajiao?"

"Mom? Why did you call me? Why is it a strange phone call?"

I actually heard it, perhaps because women do have important things to explain and their mood to convey is too strong.

Hearing the voice opposite, the woman was in a daze for a long time

"Hey? Mom, is there anything wrong? I still have to read a book."

"mom?"

The woman reacted and said, "Hey? Can you hear it? The signal was not good just now."

"You can hear it, what happened when I suddenly called?"

"You can't call me if you're fine?"

"I can't go back this year."

"Oh, yes."

The boy opposite seemed to be a slut and would not be impatient. He said a lot of things, complaining about the students I didn’t know here. The teacher was very strict, but the roommates were all very good. The teacher said that if you work hard, you should be able to get a book. On the contrary, the woman just listened, with a smile on the corners of her eyes, and responded from time to time.

The two chatted for about ten minutes, and she listened throughout the whole process, and it was time to hang up the phone.

Only then did the woman remember what she wanted to explain.

"By the way, it's cold, remember to wear two more pieces, don't get cold again."

"I know, I know, then I'll hang up the phone first."

There is a busy sound left on the phone.

Feng Wuli took out the red pen and the answer, looked at the answer, corrected the wrong questions one by one, and the wind blew up in the yard, but the jujube tree on his head was bare, unlike the leaves swaying and suffocating in the hot summer. The shadow of the trunk fell in the yard like the ground cracking. The boys under the tree were quietly writing homework, comparing the answers from time to time. Occasionally, a sparrow flew over on the dead branches, pecking on their wings and flying away.

The phone rang again, and Feng Wuli took a look. It was Liu Xiaoxiao.

He picked up the phone and answered it.

"Hey? Are you at home, aren't you?" A female voice sounded opposite.
To be continued...